I've worked until at least 730 for the last week. Each evening when the minutes would tick by, I wished I was no where but home, snuggling with my babe. Tonight I have the chance, and I do. But then it's time for him to go to sleep and he wants no part of transferring from my arms to the crib. Or the rock n play. Or even the floor. But it has to be done--there are bottles to wash, bottles to fill, and nourishment for me.
He cries the entire time. He ceases as soon as I pick him up.
We move upstairs. I'm in dire need of a shower. He cries the entire time through it.
He's essentially been crying for two hours straight, only because he wants me to hold him.
And I don't. I let him cry and be so sad because he wants in his mother's arms. The same arms he will be too big for someday.
I know the days will go so fast. I want to spend every one of them cuddling with my son. Yet I don't for fear of him becoming too coddled or because there are necessary chores that must be done. Yet the tears in his eyes say he wants nothing more than me.
How's that for a parenting crisis.
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